<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846</id><updated>2012-01-23T07:22:20.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night of the Living Paul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-7620120376519993098</id><published>2008-04-06T17:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:14:30.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing off the Dust</title><content type='html'>So....   Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Well I did say I was going to post again once I was done school.  Yes I am finally done school.  So, expect the posts well to fill again.  Wait with bated breath people it is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-7620120376519993098?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/7620120376519993098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=7620120376519993098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/7620120376519993098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/7620120376519993098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2008/04/blowing-off-dust.html' title='Blowing off the Dust'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-5405184843848995290</id><published>2007-02-22T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:52:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new enemy</title><content type='html'>So there is this thing out there called facebook.  Yeah it takes up all my spare time, which is very little and so this here blog has suffered.  Sorry Blog. Once school is done i promise to send more time on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-5405184843848995290?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/5405184843848995290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=5405184843848995290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/5405184843848995290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/5405184843848995290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-enemy.html' title='The new enemy'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-4023493027155004539</id><published>2006-11-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:58:24.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>So I think I have become a wimp, it has been so warm the last couple of winters that now that it is minus 30 I'm unable to cope.  Its so cold. This is the temperature of my childhood, and now I can't cope.  I'm so weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-4023493027155004539?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/4023493027155004539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=4023493027155004539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/4023493027155004539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/4023493027155004539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/11/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-116068152737527430</id><published>2006-10-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:32:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Shows</title><content type='html'>So at this past onsite week one of my friends introduced me to a little something called the Mighty Boosh. Its this obscure TV show out of the wonderful island of Britian.  It is by fair one of the strangest and most wonderful show I have ever seen.  check it out.  www. themightyboosh.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-116068152737527430?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/116068152737527430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=116068152737527430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116068152737527430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116068152737527430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-shows.html' title='Weird Shows'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-116032871560536640</id><published>2006-10-08T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:31:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onsite Week</title><content type='html'>So at this past onsite week for school we went and had a halloween party, yes I know it is only the begining of October but its never to early to dress up. So me and some of my classmates thought we sould do a group costume and here is the results. See if you can figure out who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/1600/DSC00280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/320/DSC00280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/1600/DSC00272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/320/DSC00272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/1600/DSC00277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/320/DSC00277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-116032871560536640?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/116032871560536640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=116032871560536640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116032871560536640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116032871560536640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/10/onsite-week_08.html' title='The Onsite Week'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-116017793307812518</id><published>2006-10-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:38:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>So anther week of school in Lac La Biche has come and gone, this one was a little different though.  I am now done my first year of Paramedic School.  WOOOO!!!!  All the dry boring stuff is now out of the way and onto the stuff I came to school to learn.  This also means that I am accually able to poke my head out for air for the first time in a while, and it feels good.  I know it won't last long, only a week in fact, but it still feels good.   So what does this mean, well it means I shall acually have some time to post things, but for now I was bushed so off to bed I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-116017793307812518?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/116017793307812518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=116017793307812518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116017793307812518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/116017793307812518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-115543450341902653</id><published>2006-08-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:01:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Month</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, mostly done the month of hell.  Its like school wants us to have more stress than humanly inaginable by putting three tests and 6 assignments all in the course of three weeks.  Well I have now wasted to much time posting here, need to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-115543450341902653?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/115543450341902653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=115543450341902653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115543450341902653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115543450341902653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/08/hell-month.html' title='Hell Month'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-115389051597411213</id><published>2006-07-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:08:35.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Over</title><content type='html'>So another on-site week has come and gone and school zooms past me at an outragious speed.  Looking back at this last week i don't think that I have ever comsumed so much alcohol in such a short period.  My liver is tender and swollen.  When I sweat it still smells like beer.  Who knew that learning could be such a life shortening experence.  Anywho i think it might be time to go attempt to sleep it off for the 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-115389051597411213?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/115389051597411213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=115389051597411213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115389051597411213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115389051597411213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-week-over.html' title='Another Week Over'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-115137559369043644</id><published>2006-06-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:33:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, and.</title><content type='html'>I compleatly forgot to add to the last post.  Look I finally figured out how to post pictures and it only took me over a year.  WOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-115137559369043644?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/115137559369043644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=115137559369043644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115137559369043644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115137559369043644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-and.html' title='oh, and.'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-115119038323096528</id><published>2006-06-24T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:06:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/1600/Lake%20Louise%2C%20Banff%20National%20Park%2C%20Canada_%20Hans-Peter%20Hauber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/320/Lake%20Louise%2C%20Banff%20National%20Park%2C%20Canada_%20Hans-Peter%20Hauber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/1600/Lake%20Louise%20TB_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8093/540/320/Lake%20Louise%20TB_jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean look at that, is that not the most amazing place ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-115119038323096528?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/115119038323096528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=115119038323096528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115119038323096528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115119038323096528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-mean-look-at-that-is-that-not-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-115118980748422811</id><published>2006-06-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T15:56:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountains</title><content type='html'>So there is a chance I guess that you are reading this blog and you don't know me and as thus you don't live in Alberta.  Well for those people you might not get what I am getting at as much, but you might understand.  So here I sit in Lake Louise, in an amazing little hostel and in front of me is a huge montain all big and majestic, to the right of me is a huge mountain, to the left of me is a mountain, and behind me (though I can't see is since there is a wall in the way) is a muge mountain, and they are all majestic and amazing.  So here is what this has caused me to decide.  I belong here, I need to be working here.  I need to somehome get a job here, well maybe not here since lake louise doesn't have an ambulance service, but at least somewhere like here (ie. jasper, banff, canmore).  I think this might be my new goal in life. I think that there is no better calling than the mountains.  I'm really not sure how I'm going to pry myself away from here and return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-115118980748422811?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/115118980748422811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=115118980748422811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115118980748422811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/115118980748422811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/06/mountains.html' title='The Mountains'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-114858533779159759</id><published>2006-05-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:29:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>So once I posted saying I was going to update more than once in a while. Wow did that fall though fast. Did I even make in more than a month? I'm thinking probably not. Oh well I could say that i'm going to try harder, but those who have read this site more than once know that isn't going to happen. So here I post one more hopeing that these will become a more common thing, but who am I to look into the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-114858533779159759?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/114858533779159759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=114858533779159759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114858533779159759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114858533779159759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-114721265187176760</id><published>2006-05-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:10:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subpoenaed</title><content type='html'>So I get to go to court!!  WOOOO!! Never been more excited to get to go and sit infront of a laywer and get grilled with questions.  Could there be anything more fun or more exciting?  Yeah probably.  But sadly I have to go.  Well maybe not if the guy just pleads guilty.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-114721265187176760?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/114721265187176760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=114721265187176760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114721265187176760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114721265187176760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/05/subpoenaed.html' title='Subpoenaed'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-114670021506500673</id><published>2006-05-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:50:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done, With the First Bit</title><content type='html'>WOOO, three and some months into school and I am done my first three courses. Now only several dozen more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-114670021506500673?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/114670021506500673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=114670021506500673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114670021506500673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114670021506500673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/05/done-with-first-bit.html' title='Done, With the First Bit'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-114463712874455667</id><published>2006-04-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:55:43.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Pain, Oh The Punishment</title><content type='html'>So I was in Edmonton the other day to do the physical evaluation test which is required before one can apply with Edmonton EMS.  Know I always knew I was out of shape, but I had no idea how bad it really was.  The pain I felt after the exam was interesting and extreme.  Its not all bad, I did pass but me thinks I really should have done better.  Oh well I guess it could have been worse, but I know have a goal to work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other punishment news, It is again approaching time for me to do exams and boy do I not feel ready.  Even though I now know what to expect on these up comming exams I'm still not looking forward to them. I might be prepared but it sure doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well back to the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-114463712874455667?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/114463712874455667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=114463712874455667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114463712874455667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114463712874455667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-pain-oh-punishment.html' title='Oh The Pain, Oh The Punishment'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-114177018310801820</id><published>2006-03-07T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:23:03.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Exam</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is my first exam, and yes I am a little worried about it.  I'm sure everyone has been in this boat before, it is the first exam so you have no idea of what to expect.  So here I still in my textbook fort looking over all the information I can possibly absorb, hopeing I haven't missed anything.  HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-114177018310801820?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/114177018310801820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=114177018310801820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114177018310801820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/114177018310801820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-exam.html' title='The First Exam'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113971469564888927</id><published>2006-02-11T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:31:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-mart</title><content type='html'>So Edson now has one more claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;We have the Largest Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;We Have some other stuff that is great.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have the Icing On the Cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;We have the Wal-mart with the largest opening day sales for a store of its size in Canada.  We blew the last first place store out of the water, not another store has come close.&lt;br /&gt;How somewhat sad is that, now I will admit I was excited to see Wal-mart come to town but not so excited that I had to go opening day and get 5 carts worth of stuff. (yes that accually happened)  People the store is going to be here for a while you don't have to buy everything the first day.  What is wrong with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113971469564888927?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113971469564888927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113971469564888927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113971469564888927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113971469564888927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/02/wal-mart.html' title='Wal-mart'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113850011952764756</id><published>2006-01-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:01:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Posts Roll</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, waiting for an Ambulance Call, studying from my Physical Exam textbook.  Why you would care about that I'm not sure but thats what I am doing.  Why am I posting while I should be studying you ask?  Well the answer that was simple, all the words in the text book had started to flow together and when that happens, me thinks it is time to take a little break.  It is really hard to learn about the devices used for a physical exam if all the words look like the script for charlie brown's parents.  So I have now come the the realisation that this post has no substance, but thats not my fault, its your fault for spending the time reading my blog and pressureing me into posting more.  So there.  Its all on you now. And that's all I have for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113850011952764756?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113850011952764756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113850011952764756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113850011952764756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113850011952764756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-posts-roll.html' title='Let the Posts Roll'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113842257426835860</id><published>2006-01-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:29:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Comment EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ilovepaul.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick=""&gt; YOUBROKEMYHEART&lt;/a&gt;  said...               &lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;WHY, I DON'T GET WHY&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAID YOU WOULD CALL&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE THERE&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR NOT&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU USE YOUR LINES ON ALL GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;YOU BROKE MY HEART YOU MANIPULATING LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no idea who this is, but this is single handly the best comment I have ever gotten.  Espically because if you click on the link it takes you to a page www.ilovepaul.com&lt;br /&gt;So I know this is probably bogas but I love it just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113842257426835860?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113842257426835860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113842257426835860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113842257426835860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113842257426835860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-comment-ever.html' title='Best Comment EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113842237256019113</id><published>2006-01-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:26:12.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poking my Head up For Air</title><content type='html'>So it is not week two of 104 weeks of school, and no I'm not keeping count because lets face it I really can't count past 20 never really found the need.  Anywho, I though it might be time to poke the old head up and see what was going on in the world that isn't textbooks and learning.  What do I find?  Nothing really, no real changes well at least nothing worth mentioning.  What a great use of my time, I look to see what is going on and nothing is.  Thanks world, thanks for all the excitement you bring you bastard.  Umm, I think I hear my textbooks calling so I guess I should get back to them.  I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113842237256019113?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113842237256019113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113842237256019113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113842237256019113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113842237256019113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/01/poking-my-head-up-for-air.html' title='Poking my Head up For Air'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113684957393560594</id><published>2006-01-09T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:32:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Books</title><content type='html'>Boy does time fly when deadlines are approching, It seems like yesterday I found out I was accepted to Paramedic school.  That was over 4 months ago.  So school for me starts in a week and as everyday passes and the start date gets closer I wonder what school is going to be like.  Now you are all thinking,  Paul how dumb are you school is the same where ever you go.  Well trueish though this school is distant ed, so no regular classes just lots and lots of home learning.  Seeing as how I have never approched education this was before I am curious to see how it works and how well it will work for me.  Oh well, I guess less worrying and more advanced studying are in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113684957393560594?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113684957393560594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113684957393560594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113684957393560594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113684957393560594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-books.html' title='Back to the Books'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113623447123869448</id><published>2006-01-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:41:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure I am one of hundreds upon hundreds of people who are saying this on their blog but.  HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!  And now that the world has stopped spinning and my head has stopped throbbing I am accually able to enjoy and fully recognize the fact it is 2006.  WOOOOOO!!!!  Hope everybody had a goodtime, and that they remember the good time they had.  Oh and WOOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113623447123869448?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113623447123869448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113623447123869448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113623447123869448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113623447123869448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113493833615470944</id><published>2005-12-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:38:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh GOD</title><content type='html'>I am never drinking again, oh man I an getting to old for all this partying and drinking and staying out late shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113493833615470944?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113493833615470944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113493833615470944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113493833615470944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113493833615470944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-god.html' title='Oh GOD'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113441535949908443</id><published>2005-12-12T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:22:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>So I may or may not have mentioned this in a earlier post but I go back to school in Jan so that I can be a Paramedic (thats and ACP to all you easterns and an EMT Advanced to some of you yankies).   So since i'm going back to school of course I need textbooks.  Why the hell do they cost so much?  I had a prof at university who has written part of a text book that we had to use in his class.  The book was $130 new, now he receaved a check for $0.20 a month for all his hard work on this book, so obviously the money isn't going to the writers so where the hell is it going.  Now anyone in medicine can agree with me on this, why are our textbook and the such more expensive than everyone elses.  Now I know that some of you other people are going to agrue with this but me and my medicine buddies know it is true.  Example, I have to buy this little pocket guide on ECG's it is pocket sized and probably about 30 pages, and it is going to set me back $65.50.   How? Why? What is going on?  Someone is getting rich and it isn't me, espically when I have to pay crazy prices like that.  So this is my note to textbook companies,  Stop ripping me off you bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113441535949908443?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113441535949908443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113441535949908443' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113441535949908443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113441535949908443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113398778655516524</id><published>2005-12-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:36:26.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>So people why arn't you writting comments to my posts.  HUH?!?!   Comments are the life blood of any blog and you are supply them.  My blog is bloodless and weak.  People it is dieing and it is all your fault.  HELP IT,  YOU HAVE THE POWER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113398778655516524?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113398778655516524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113398778655516524' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113398778655516524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113398778655516524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/12/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113325454271328146</id><published>2005-11-29T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:55:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESKIES</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOO, YAAAAAAAAAAA,  WOOOOOOOOOOOOO,     WOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Take that Don Mathews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113325454271328146?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113325454271328146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113325454271328146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113325454271328146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113325454271328146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/11/eskies.html' title='ESKIES'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113252157765493100</id><published>2005-11-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:21:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another one.</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from an ambulance call and again I had to deal with a motor vehicle accident that involved a fatality. Now I'm not sure of the cause of this one, but I'd be willing to bet that it was avoidable. I guess this is a rant of how stupid people are again, this seems to be a common theme of this blog. Come one people be smarter on the highway, there is no need for any of these accidents if we could all just follow some same lessons.&lt;br /&gt;1) SLOW DOWN!!!! there is no need to go anywhere fast, in fact the faster you go (espically in trucks) the more fuel you use and with the way gas prices are better fuel economy is a perk. Plus 10km faster in speed mean that you are like 20% more likely to be killed of you do get into an accident and you are less likely to be able to stop in time if something happens to occur.&lt;br /&gt;2) DON'T TAILGATE!!! all this does is make people mad and is the major cause of rear end collisions, and the judge will not take "he was going to slow and I was trying to make him go faster" as a reason for why your car in now lodged in the back of the guy you where tailgating.&lt;br /&gt;3) PUT DOWN THE FUCKING CELL PHONE!!!! I think this one explains itself. If you don't understand, you probably shouldn't be driving because you don't have the IQ.&lt;br /&gt;4) Just think, it you wouldn't want someone to do that to you while you where driving (ie. cutting off, etc.) why the hell are you doing it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't have to harp on this but there are far to many stupid people out there, and If you want to continue being stupid one day there is a good chance someone like me will stand above your lifeless body shaking my head at your stupidity as I place you in a body bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113252157765493100?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113252157765493100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113252157765493100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113252157765493100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113252157765493100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-another-one.html' title='Not another one.'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113234150341114043</id><published>2005-11-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:18:23.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lack of Sleep.</title><content type='html'>So I am now going on three days with only about 5 hours of sleep shared between them.  Why would anyone do something so stupid you ask?  Well its not like I had much choice in the matter, we have been really busy.  Now when I tell people that I have slept so little and worked so much, the first question they aways ask is; Is that really safe?  Hell if I know.  What do I look like some sort of medical professional.  All I know is that I'm kind of sleepy.  Kind of real sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113234150341114043?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113234150341114043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113234150341114043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113234150341114043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113234150341114043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/11/lack-of-sleep.html' title='The Lack of Sleep.'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113107687873302425</id><published>2005-11-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:01:18.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Small Towns Are BETTER</title><content type='html'>So I often have this argument with the people I know about where is the better place to live, A big city or a small town.  Today I'm going to tell you why the small town is better.  Well firstly and formost is the total lack of crazy traffic, sure people in small towns tend to be worse drivers but when there is noone else on the road you can get away with it.  Two, everyone is friendly and everyone knows everyone else, it is like a big extended family.  Try to say that about a big city.  Three, I live with the mayor, go camping with the fire chief and have been out drinking with both, and all this isn't that big a deal.  If you even get to meet the mayor in a large city its a big deal and it really shouldn't be.  Four, I can walk anywhere in town in under 45 minutes.  Five, if you go to the bar alone you are bound to run into someone you know.  Six, the waiting line at the hopsital is much, much shorter.  Seven, I live in a small town.  Eight, you have a better chance of knowing your local police, fire and ambulance members.  Nine, how many of you big city folks have been to a demo derby? enough said.  Ten, small towns tend to worship a world's largest something.  Eleven, we have more green spaces.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thats eleven reasons,  I'm sure there are many more.  So take that big city folk sucks to be you now doesn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113107687873302425?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113107687873302425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113107687873302425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113107687873302425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113107687873302425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-small-towns-are-better.html' title='Why Small Towns Are BETTER'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-113095811849421588</id><published>2005-11-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:01:58.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Hard</title><content type='html'>So here am I again looking at my blog,  feeling dumb for not updating more often.  I'm not really sure why I can't just come here at least once a week and write something down.  Maybe I just picked the wrong way to express my ideas.  Not that all that crap matters I have made a goal to at the least up date my blog now once ever month.  I shall try once every week, but I make no promises.  No promises at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, with all that stuff out of the way on to more other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit in a 911 dispatch center in some secret location in western central Alberta.  So the location isn't really all the secret I'm sure most of the town knows where it is, but thats beside the point.  So here I sit and ponder the stupidity of humanity.  Now you may ask what brought this on.  To answer that, I was listening to some old 911 calls and found one where a lady had called in to report a person driving around in a motorised scooter (one of those things that diabled people use to get around).  Now why on earth would she call in to report this you wonder.  Well because she didn't think that the person was disabled, and why would a nondisabled person be on one of these things.  Now could someone please explain to me where the emergency is.   Lady, put the the binoculars and mind your own business.  How can you have nothing better to do than report people driving motorised scooters, and even if he wasn't disabled, who cares.  Not I, not the police, in fact I think no one cares.  If I had gotten a report of a stolen scooter I might have been interested but no, no I hadden't.  So I guess my general message is "People, STOP BEING DUMB!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-113095811849421588?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/113095811849421588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=113095811849421588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113095811849421588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/113095811849421588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/11/trying-hard.html' title='Trying Hard'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-112415014570841886</id><published>2005-08-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:55:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaurs at the ZOO</title><content type='html'>So I was reading the Local Paper today (thats right Edson has a local Paper) and there is a section every week where they ask the local kids some question.  I think it is their poor attempt to try to relive the Cosby days.  Anywho, this weeks question was "What is the coolest thing you've ever seen?".  Now one little girls answer was "Dinosaurs at the ZOO".  Now those of you who know me well, know that I get great enjoyment out of telling tall tales to children; but to tell your kids that Dinosaurs live at the ZOO.  Come on parents thats a little on the mean side.  Getting you kids hopes up, "look son, look at that Dinosaur isn't that neat."   How is that kid going to feel when they get to the whole mass extinction thing in school. "Sorry Billy you couldn't have seen a Dinosaur they all died a horible painfull death, with lots of Pain and Horrible other Nasty Unconfortableness."  Not not only is Billy's dad horrible person for lying, now poor Billy is going to alway wonder what that animal really was, and  why his dad is so stupid to think it was a Dinosaur.  Come on people lets tell your kids fun lies.  Like my all time favorite the troll in the signal box.  Now for this lie you need to be at some sort of intersection or crosswalk with signal lights.  This is because all signalled intersections have a control box somewhere near by.  Now when your kid pushes the button to cross the street tell them that every time they push the button it shocks a little troll that lives in the control box, and the more you push the button the more the troll gets shocked and the light will change faster.  Every now and again you get a kid who will sit there and push the button till their little fingers bleed.  Now isn't childraiseing fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-112415014570841886?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/112415014570841886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=112415014570841886' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112415014570841886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112415014570841886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/08/dinosaurs-at-zoo.html' title='Dinosaurs at the ZOO'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-112372168031078170</id><published>2005-08-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:54:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Heros</title><content type='html'>So I was reading this poster the other day in the Fire Hall where I work and it had across it in big letters "Fire Fighters Are Our Heros!' and in the back where the pictures of a bunch of little kids.  Now this is probably the jelousy talking but how are fire fighters any more of a hero than us EMS folk?  I really think that kids would see fire fighters in less of a hero light if the could better understand what we did in EMS.  You show a kid a fire trunk and tell them it is a big truck full of water that gets put on a fire.  Thats something easy to understand.  You show a kid an Ambulance and tell them it is full of things which they see at a doctors office and are scary and full of equipment that they have no hope of understanding how it works.  Of course the kid isn't going to think that we arn't as cool.  I think this is an unfair gig, just because kids don't understand what we do they don't look upto us as they do the fire fighting and for that matter law enforcement community.  Oh well what can one do, its not like I can make the kids look up to me so I guess I will have to live out my life in the shadow of those Fire People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-112372168031078170?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/112372168031078170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=112372168031078170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112372168031078170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112372168031078170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-heros.html' title='Life&apos;s Heros'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-112346690548027843</id><published>2005-08-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:08:25.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man is Amazing</title><content type='html'>So it has been almost four months since I posted last and I had almost forgotten that I even had this thing. So back to posting I must go.&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading the following from Reuters:&lt;br /&gt;"Kim (Jong-il) pilots jet fighters, pens operas, produces movies and accomplished a feat unmatched in the annals of professional golf by shooting 11 holes-in-one on the first round he ever played."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that in a Communist Dictatorship the over all love and adoration of the leader is important, but shouldn't one draw the line some where.&lt;br /&gt;I mean fly fighter planes, sure I can believe this.  Country leaders have been pilots before this is nothing special.  He produces movies, well of course he does everyone know he is a movie junkie and has nothing but money to spend on more.  He pens operas, okay so maybe he has some musical talent.  You never know he very well could have written an opera, because no where does it mention that any have been preformed or that any where any good.  The problem I have is him shooting 11 straight hole-in-ones on his first ever attempt at golf.  I'm sorry no matter how dumb you are or no matter how much you love your leader.  How can you believe that your leader had done something that no other person has ever done before.  Done something that for all intents and purposes are impossible.  How does the propaganda department think this is going to help out.  This is like Winton finding out that Big Brother... Ok I was going to put this great 1984 example in but I was unable to think of an example of something that Big Brother would be unable to do.  Big brother could do it all, the could say that he was the greatest floral designer ever and throw in how this makes him better at killing who ever he is to be killing and people would love him for it.  But Best golfer ever, come on North Korea please tell me you all have enough common sense to understand that all this is a big pile of shit.  But maybe its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-112346690548027843?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/112346690548027843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=112346690548027843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112346690548027843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/112346690548027843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-is-amazing.html' title='The Man is Amazing'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111402998946355454</id><published>2005-04-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:46:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is to You Dido</title><content type='html'>My Grandfather passed away just over a week ago now, and I find it interesting that in this last week I have learned more about his past than I did durning the 20 years he and I where alive together. From what I have learned, I have gained so much more respect for what people living in Europe durning the World Wars have gone though. That being said my grandfather that I write about is not my genetic grandfather, my real granddad was killed when my father was 3 in a tractor incident so I never really got a chance to know him. Anywho, the grandfather for which I write about was born on a farm in the Ukrainian around the time of Stalin. Now if you know anything about European history you know that this was not a happy place to live at that time. Most of what farmers grew was either taken by the government of stolen by people more hungry than you. Many farmers, even though they had decent amounts of land where unable to feed their own families. So my grandfather helped out on the farm till he was 18 then he felt home and joined the Ukrainian Army to fight world war II. The Ukrainian Army was fighting for the Germans durning this war, now durning battle my granddad was shot in the stomach and had to spend some time in Hungary recovering. Shortly after he was sent back to fight (far before he had properly healed) his group was captured by the British and he was sent to a POW camp in Italy for four years. All this time his family had no idea where he was or if he was even alive. When the war ended, he was sent to work in England more or less as a slave to a rich family for several years. He was allowed to emigrate to Canada after his God Father sponsored the move.  He moved to Edmonton and worked as a labour for a year before he met and married my Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look back at my life and think I had it though.  I cannot even begin to imagine what my grandfather went though.  Haveing to grow up an a farm where you where under constant threat from the government and theives.  Then fighting in a war where you are underfed, trained and equiped.  Then spending four years in a POW camp.  Then off you go to work for nothing in Britian.  You then move to Canada to find that you know noone and finally you luck looks up when you meet a wondeful woman and have great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always known that my granddad had had a tough life but I had not even begun to imagine how tough it really was.   Here is to you Dido, You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111402998946355454?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111402998946355454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111402998946355454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111402998946355454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111402998946355454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-is-to-you-dido.html' title='Here is to You Dido'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111379978316413449</id><published>2005-04-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:49:43.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Property vs Life</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but this post relates to my job again, as I'm sure many more will but something happened at work today that made me think. I received a 911 call today from a lady who had a grass fire approaching her house.  This lady was quite upset on the phone and she keep yelling at me at getting upset as I asked her the questions I was required.  This seems to be a common trend, there is a possibility that there is a fire in or near ones house and they are distraught on the phone.  I can understand that a fire is a big thing that can be scary, but all the fire calls I had noone was in anysort of danger.  Now we look at the 911 calls I receive for ambulance and the callers are far more calm and easy to talk to, even if the call involve the loved one of someone who is very sick, injured, or dying.  Yet they are calm on the phone as they tell me about how their loved one is dying.  It seems strange to me that the distruction of one's property would envoke a higher emotional response than a sick or injured person you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111379978316413449?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111379978316413449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111379978316413449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111379978316413449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111379978316413449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/04/property-vs-life.html' title='Property vs Life'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111344828600945498</id><published>2005-04-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:11:26.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problems with Health Care</title><content type='html'>Every day I go to work it becomes more and more apparent to me that there are several nurses who really don't provide patient care at all.  When I was picking up a patient to take them back home to their nurseing home, I was attempting to get a patient's history from this nurse and she knew nothing about the medical history of her patient.  Correct me if I'm wrong but itsn't it the job of a nurse to know what is wrong with a patient so that it can be corrected.  The scary part is that this is not the first time I have had this happen.  It seems more and more nurses are not providing the care that one would expect goes along with having the title nurse.  Now there is always the argument that nurses are overworked and underpaided.  BULLSHIT!!!  A nurse makes 4 to 5 times as much money as I do and work far less hours than I do.  Most of the nurses I know work 40-50 hours a week.  I work at least 96 some times as much as 168hours a week, in fact some of the easiest days I have had in my healthcare career where when I was working in a hospital on my practicums.   So to sum up this rant, Nurses learn and take care of your patients.  Take some pride in your work, do the job you are makeing so much money to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111344828600945498?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111344828600945498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111344828600945498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111344828600945498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111344828600945498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/04/problems-with-health-care.html' title='The Problems with Health Care'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111171057503532960</id><published>2005-03-24T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:29:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm so lame</title><content type='html'>So it happened sooner then I thought, I'm forgetting to add new stuff to my blog. This is mostly because I have been really busy at work lately. Now the thing with EMS work is that you can never "close". Someone always has to be working, always. Now when staff member quit or take sick leave, this leaves holes in the shift rotation that have to be covered and since it would be illegal and imoral for to leave our service area with out ambulance coverage other staffers have to cover the holes which means working extra days and loseing out on time off. Any other job I would be happy to say no I don't want to work on my days off, but this isn't any other job. This is the best job ever and as such takes up a large amount of my life, and since the place where I work lost two people at the same time, a large amount of my time off. Now you may be wondering how bad can it really be paul, you work four days on and get four days off? You are right I do only work four days, but that is four days in a row straight. 24 hours a day, 92 hours in total. Which happens to be a long time to work, LONG TIME. Now look what I have done, though I might have a free moment to update and then the 911 phone starts ringing like crazy. So till next time I bid you farwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111171057503532960?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111171057503532960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111171057503532960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111171057503532960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111171057503532960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-im-so-lame.html' title='Why I&apos;m so lame'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111085718657685896</id><published>2005-03-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:26:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about me.</title><content type='html'>Well look as this day number two of my blog and I'm posting again.  I guess I should fill all you people out there in Blog land about me.  I am currently employed as an Emergency Medical Tech in the town of Edson and the transfer company in the City of Edmonton.  Other than that my life is fairly uneventful, since my job is eventful enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111085718657685896?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111085718657685896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111085718657685896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111085718657685896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111085718657685896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-about-me.html' title='A little about me.'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432846.post-111078162207326448</id><published>2005-03-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:27:02.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome one and all to a webpage devoted to my ideas or lack there of.  Everything you read here will come straight from the inner working of my mind, so please forgive me now for all my errors and insults.  Spelling the english language are not a good friend of mine but I will try my best.  Well thats all i have for now, I'll be filling you in about me in posts to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432846-111078162207326448?l=pmyroon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/feeds/111078162207326448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432846&amp;postID=111078162207326448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111078162207326448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432846/posts/default/111078162207326448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pmyroon.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and Welcome'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467972959839397690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
